Terminator 3: Hunt

Earl, at the back of the group, braced himself as the metallic footsteps grew louder and louder. Then their source skidded into the bend in the hallway, its momentum nearly carrying it into the wall.
	It was an assault robot.
And of the five of them, only Earl held anything but one of the precious T-tasers needed to take down the T-X. In his hands was his favorite antimachine weapon: a rocket-propelled grenade.
	He shouted, “Down!” And the others complied, hitting the carpet—all but Glitch, who merely turned sideways to put his back against the wall, giving Earl all the room he needed.
	The assault robot brought its weapon to bear as Earl depressed his trigger. Then the robot disappeared in a smoke cloud and tremendous boom as the grenade hit it. Earl felt a blow to his ears as if someone had struck both of them with baseball bats. Heat and smoke washed over him.
	Then the assault robot, charred, its plasma rifle gone, charged forward out of the smoke cloud.
	Glitch tossed his T-taser backward, not looking to see if Earl caught it. Earl dropped his RPG launcher and caught the heavier, bulkier weapon. Glitch leaped forward, his foot coming down precariously close to Sato’s head. Then he was past Ten and Sato.
	The two robots crashed into one another, half a ton of machinery and gear meeting at a combined forty miles per hour. They spun sideways into the wall to the right, smashing half through it. Beyond them, whole portions of wall and ceiling were shattered from the force of Earl’s grenade attack.